Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the nigga
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; peep

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb much smoother I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, a West coast jack move
They me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride